Saturday, 10 January 2015

A Girl She Was!

She lay
there. Her clothes tattered and body battered. Her eyes were blood shot and
wide open with feeble attempts to breath.

The lone
moon hanged in the sky, helpless as ever. At the same time, desperately trying
to hide under the clouds. “I am the cursed”, the moon thought bitterly. After
all, most of the crimes happen at night.

Women
are unsafe at night.

Almost
every night, somewhere or the other, woman’s modesty is snatched. Her heart
wrenching wails goes unnoticed and the devils disguised as man continue to
derive physical pleasure. They let her bleed and plead. They laugh like maniacs
absorbed by lust.

The moon
looked at her. But, she was just a child, around four years old. There was
nothing sensuous or provocative about her except the fact that she was a girl.

Heavens
trembled and thunders rumbled. But, the amorous men ran to the shade for they
didn’t want to get drenched in rain.

However,
the little girl who laid there spread-eagled was soaked and surrounded by a
pool of blood.